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What’s In A Name? by Audrey Wick

She told me she thought about naming me Annabel Lee, after the famous female in Edgar Allan Poe’s poem. Instead, she named me Audrey Ann. She said it was pressure from my [...]

December 28, 2016

Part of the Same Being by Nina Ficenec

February 1, 2015

We decided to cut out of the mill early, grab a case of beer and just drive, drive, Jay’s knuckles white against the [...]
here is a list of things you left behind by Alison Leigh Znamierowski

January 4, 2016

10) purple clovers plucked & siphoned by hungry mouths on summer walks, discarded into roadside fields 9) a missing [...]
The Politicks of My Body by Jacklyn Janeksela

February 13, 2017

The politicks of my body goes like this. It’s none of your fucking business. My body is mine –whatever that means, but [...]
A Victory by Raphael Maurice

November 22, 2018

The ocean was black near the shore and farther out a storm was massing in the sky. He sat, looking out over the water, [...]
Slick as an Albino Seal from Knee to Toe and other poems by Jeremiah Driver

February 19, 2017

lit by moonlight, she said I want you to know I’m beautiful. Her shirt folded above her head like a jellyfish. She hid her [...]
Two Poems by Helen Wickes

September 2, 2016

January Dazzle What did we know then—clock ticking, spilled salt, and that one faucet— bitterly, bitterly. The heart [...]
La Petite Mort by Quinn White

February 3, 2017

Cover your ears. I took your father’s virginity. On top, he should’ve faced me, but he stared out his window at [...]
A Modern Yiddish Dictionary by Mari Pack

March 23, 2017

I. The old Ashkenazim at my office say “nuu” when they want something like fucking Israeli teenagers they are restless, [...]
Two Poems by Meredith Maltby

December 1, 2014

Loophole At a party getting to know all the cute space time continuums, I wasn’t spiraling, just getting my name out [...]
Marriage For Dummies by Andrew Kuhn

September 2, 2016

Remember that we are all dummies here, and must never label each other as such. Say “I” a lot. As in, “I like how you [...]
Folie à Trois by Quinn White

January 17, 2017

Child is chill. Ghosts like she can kill. Stops rivers without a dam. Horses. Will I watch her cross-country show? Horses. [...]
Two Poems by Carly Weiser

February 1, 2015

Sea Legs He’s checking the consistency of streetlamps around Gates Circle. Making sure when night falls they click [...]